"I'll think about it. Besides, I planned on trying on some more clothes anyway." Shannon quickly said, hoping to free you in the changing stall. She unconsciously rubbed her ass where you were, pushing your face deeper into her ass.
"That's perfectly fine, honey. Just let me know if you need anything, alright?" The employee said as she turned around to help another customer that had walked up. Shannon hurriedly made her way back to her stall, turning around and locking it behind her. She bent over to grab her original pants, and deep inside her ass, you could see the thong barely holding together from your mother's titanic ass. As she bent, your body was stretched painfully wide.
"Okay Sammy I have a plan; here, let me get you off first." She said, hooking fingers into the waistband of the tan leggings, and tried wiggling them down her ass.
"See Sammy? I told you they'd fit fine!" And you could only mentally groan.
'Yeah, after you used me like a patch job!' You thought to yourself. The fibers of the leggings stretch wider with each passing centimeter. They kept stretching thinner and thinner, your body painfully stretching until you thought she was going to tear you in half. Then, all of a sudden there was relief.
*RRRRIIIIIIIIIIIP!!!!!*
You hung upside down from your mom's ass, looking at the stall's door. It had ripped completely around you where she stretched you into the surrounding fabric, now making an even bigger hole. Shannon blushed and looked back in the mirror, covering her mouth. She picked up your flap, looking you in the eyes.
"Sammy, you couldn't hold on to the pants anymore!?" She angrily said in a hushed whisper, and there was a knock on the door.
"Honey, if it doesn't fit, may I suggest a bigger size? Just hand them over, and we can pay for the damaged pair at the register." The employee kindly said. Your mother, not taking any hints at all and probably fearful this would affect her public appearance, spoke up.
"No, I didn't rip anything from your store... I just ripped my thong and the pants I wore in."
"Riiiight. Okay, just bring all your garments to the counter when you're done. All of them." The employee said with a harsher tone than before, walking away. Shannon quickly peeled the rest of the ruined garment off her and brought you to her face.
"Sammy, you're not gonna like this, but I've got to save face here... You understand, right?"
'No, no, I don't understand half the things you do,' you thought.
"Thank you, Sammy; I knew you would!"
If you could roll your eyes, you would... obviously. She wouldn't have heard your thoughts, but something at least right?
Her fingernails dug into your body painfully, trying to free you. You stuck like industrial velcro, but eventually you did start peeling free; your whole body burned from the ripping force. She yanked you off with a quiet *kkrrrpt*.
Shannon flopped your flattened body onto the bench to reform as she tried on other clothes. You were forced to watch, unable to close your eyes. She nearly sat on you again at one point, but thankfully your pancake body reformed mostly; your head reformed first, but you were still unable to speak, followed by your torso. You still couldn't move when she finished, holding her original thong and shorts; her entire lower half was naked, but this didn't surprise you much, and you tried to turn your head to avoid looking at her from below her abdomen.
"Okay, Sammy, I told her I ripped my thong and shorts, so I'll have to disguise you as the tan leggings and pay for you then... I don't want to get caught in a lie. Pretty smart, huh?" Your mom said, hands on her hips, that she was obviously very proud of herself for coming up with the idea.
'No! Any idea is a terrible idea when it involves me being your leggings!' You tried to scream out, but your throat hasn't fully reformed yet, so only muffled grunts and groans can be heard by Shannon.
"You're right… They do need to be ripped, don't they? You're so smart, Sammy." Shannon smiled as she took her thong in her hand; it easily snapped in half without much effort, and her shorts followed soon after. Years of constant use had worn them down to the point where they didn't need any real force to split.
Shannon dropped them both and reached down for you, much to your terror. How could she even plan to stretch you that long?
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